The Adoring Masses of Myrth is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Stavros Djubric with an iron fist, and renowned for its anti-smoking policies, multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, and keen interest in outer space. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 27.308 billion Myrthians are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government, or what there is of one, is effectively ruled by the Department of Defense, with Environment and Social Policy not funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Myrantos. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Myrthian economy, worth an astonishing 18,695 trillion Myrthan Souls a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Uranium Mining, and Automobile Manufacturing. Average income is a breathtaking 684,634 Myrthan Souls, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 4,490,396 per year while the poor average 40,873, a ratio of 109 to 1.

Rap artists are regularly jailed for promoting extremist groups, the police force is on a recruitment drive, governments opposing Myrth are beset by rebels, and only adults may purchase violent video games. Crime is all-pervasive, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Myrth's national animal is the black dragon, which is also the nation's favorite main course.